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foundationmods) wrote2020-04-29 02:16 pm
foundationmods) wrote2020-04-29 02:16 pm
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R5: ghost hangout
[What's this? The fog of the miasma has pulled back, revealing a path down to the basement. None of the living seem to notice it though, only those who are dead are aware of it.
Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?
If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.
Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]
Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?
If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.
Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]
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Yeah, but you don't have to talk to me. ...Us?
[...Nah that still sounds dumb to him, hivemind or not.]
Anyway, go haunt your own corner.
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Haha. [it's not really a laugh so much as a derisive noise] You really don't know how this works, do you?
[He'll fall silent after that. But. A few moments later Date is just going to get like half a year's worth of newspaper crosswords dumped into his hivemind mailbox. No talking, no problem.]
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Also wow he never asked for this shit!! Ironically enough, he actually is kind of used to having exposition in his head courtesy of Aiba, but even she hasn't dumped this much useless info on him all at once before.]
Stop it!
[And then he's going to retaliate by sending his own porno care package. His... interesting sense of taste shows through sometimes, let's just say that.]
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[There are so many things happening at once here, but in order:
1. He's totally brewing actual tea leaves, from the house stores, because there's nothing quite like minorly inconveniencing the living by using up all their supplies! Where once he tried to preserve them by fighting raccoons and minxes, now he is the supply slasher. It's him.
2. There's a brief flutter of amusement, but alas he is not a head hamster and therefore he eventually runs out of crosswords; he is also not completely used to the hivemind gig despite having, probably, more experience with it than you'd expect and so:
3. His eyes widen briefly when the care package hits like some kind of virus download, and his cheeks may have flushed a little but in a moment it's obscured by a heady rush of miasma across everything. Convenient censorship!! At least it seems Date has finally managed to throw him off for once, because there's a momentary flash of irritation through the cloud like lightning, before:
4. Subete is indeed not a head hamster or anything of the sort, but his counter is somehow apropos anyway: have a truly unnecessary and ridiculously obtuse amount of mechanical specs and design sheets thrown back to stem the flow of what's being sent, prototypes, finished robots, aircraft, wildly improbable designs, even pens(???). How long is this stupid war going to go on for and is anyone else getting any of this, who knows...............]
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Hey. Mind keepin' your fetishes to yourselves?
[ yes he's including subete in this too ]
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... Nobody asked you to look!
--Metaphorically! And the only fetishes here are his.
[Just jabbing a finger accusingly at Date. Stop maligning his Pure Mecha Mindhive Moves.]
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Thankfully, he's interrupted before he can send another care package, and he points back at Subete as he turns towards Crow.]
Don't look at me! I'm not the one who's turned on by crosswords and airplanes!
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Just because that's where your mind lives doesn't mean everybody in this stupid hivemind thinks the same way you do. Don't put me on the same level as you!
[Granted this is probably one of the very few times he's been even vaguely flustered ghost or living so RIP.]
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All right, I get it. "He" started it, but now it's time to end it. Doesn't matter if you're on the same level or not, what matters is this.
[ He takes a glance around the room, his eyes sweeping over all the room's current inhabitants. ] Do you really want all of them to tune into your little broadcast? Date's secret stash might be pretty bad, but who knows what skeletons are hiding in everyone else's closets.
[ And if they think it's fun, or even if they just feel like it, they might contribute. So spare everyone and play nice, 'kay? ]
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Anyways, Date shoots a glare at Subete before turning to Crow.]
Then get him to stop sending me useless garbage!
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Alas, he is not a geezer with a midlife crisis and thus does not need that particular breed of car to prop up his sagging complexion. ☆]
Even my junk designs are much more useful than whatever you just spammed me with. You should be thanking me, in fact. Dealing with this sort of hivemind in a livable, ah, not-so-livable way is going to take practice and trial and error.
[He also turns his stare to Crow, one eyebrow raised. Indeed, this is going to be a very long brainshare.]
You really think we should rely on everyone in this cursed cloud to play nice?
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Also his complexion is beautiful and he knows it, change his mind.]
Useful how? What are you expecting us to do with this stuff, patent them when we're already dead?
[He's just spitting out whatever nonsense comes of his mouth at this point, honestly. And while Date being irate is really no different from the norm here, there's more of an agitated energy to it compared to his usual.]
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Regardless of his illicit interest in pelvic or mechanical bone(r)s, a few decades marinating in the general miasma jacuzzi that is the house (literal jacuzzis notwithstanding) should take care of that complexion issue quite nicely.
In the meantime, Date is just getting the flattest look this side of the not-so world wide web.]
You heard the... them/it. [there's definitely a thread of sarcasm in that, he certainly is recovering despite their continued presence in front of everyone and their hivemind salad; he even waves a hand dismissively] Our mission, such as it is, will involve quite a lot more work and I plan to put more of those designs to use in the coming days. Try not to underestimate the recently dead, Date Kaname.
[All things considered... his corner of the hivemind is pretty well locked down now. But his wording is not: the sarcastic strain continues, as does his disdainful look at the rest of the room.]